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About Tyrral Prashker

Tyrral is a 64 year old woman, with four daughters, ages 38 to 44, four sons-in-laws, and 9 grandchildren. Married for 46 years, Tyrral has spent 17 years working full time, while at the same time, raising her daughters. Family is her number one source of joy and fulfillment. Presently retired, much of Tyrral’s time is spent in Florida during the winter months, where her main interests are golf, yoga, aquatics, aerobics, and weight training. Maintaining good health and well-being is a large part of Tyrral’s life, and staying active supports her goal of enjoying every day, for many years to come.

I’M NOT WILD ABOUT HAIRY

One of the most important assets we need during and following menopause is a sense of humour. Sometimes it is the only thing that gets us through a particularly “disturbing” and sometimes demoralizing view of ourselves.

 Remember the days when we complained about having to shave our legs, pits and crotches. Seems every time I turned around, I was pulling out the razor. Rapidly growing body hair was particularly annoying when I caught a few peeking out of my bathing suit. Like it wasn’t bad enough that there was barely enough material to cover my larger than life rear end!

  With menopause, we experience thinning of our luxurious manes, and in many cases, the loss of much of our bodily hair. But don’t throw away the razor yet!!!! Here comes the best part. What falls off our legs, arms and crotches, reappears on our faces!! Don’t panic. It’s not black and curly. It’s more like fine peach fuzz that covers the face – like a carpet of sorts.

So what do we do? Well, for starters, we dispose of the 10X magnifier mirrors. Years ago, we needed those unflattering, despicable things to tweeze our eyebrows, or – perish the thought – to pluck away an unsightly zit. No longer necessary girls. GET RID OF THEM.

Next, use soft light around your mirrors, and NEVER use heavy foundation or lots of powder. If it’s really bothersome, you can always rely on your esthetician for help.

Finally, and most importantly, appreciate the fact that you reached this stage of life. Appreciate the fact that you have loved ones and good friends with whom to share your stories and laugh out loud! It is a gift that gets us through a lot of the little tricks life in general, and Menopause in particular, play on us.

TYRRAL

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When the Well Runs Dry

Last night , during one of my many periods of interrupted sleep, I turned on the television to distract me from the onslaught of “things” that race through my mind in the stillness of night. The first thing I saw was the all too familiar ad for Cialis. Picture this – a middle-aged man and woman in twin bathtubs, staring dreamily at the horizon, as the announcer expounds on the wonder drug for erectile dysfunction. Never once did I hear him say anything about the libido of the woman in the picture, but then again, this WAS an ad for men.

There ISN’T an ad like that for women, because up until recently, we women, in and past menopause had kept our sex drive, or lack of it, under wraps. Now that our partners can get it up and keep it up for hours at a time, we have an issue to discuss!
As many of you may or may not know, depending on your age, hair and skin are not the only things to dry up as we age. Oh yes ladies ( and gentlemen ), THAT too. Since vaginal dryness is not a subject that comes up much at the bridge table, on the golf course, or at cocktail parties, many of us suffer in silence, feeling betrayed by our bodies. This is supposed to be OUR time, with the kids out of the house, financial pressure substantially less than it was when we had young families, and more time to spend enjoying one another. Then along comes Menopause, and accompanying it, vaginal dryness, and the thin dry walls of our urinary tract. Ever wonder why you have recurrent urinary tract infections after Menopause? Wonder no more my friends. Vaginal dryness is one of the culprits. It makes perfect sense that loss of estrogen, coupled with vaginal dryness would take a lot of the credit for our feeling less than sexy, when our partners are “rarin to go”. WONDERFUL!

I’ll bet the researchers who discovered the wonder drugs for our guys were men. Did they forget it takes two to tango? Personally, I am against taking drugs when there is an alternative, or unless they are absolutely necessary to control protracted pain, or sustain life. So I am not advocating a “little blue pill” for us gals. My beef is that women in general, do not get the attention they need. There is very little public awareness about “female” problems, before, during or after Menopause. So lets go back to my first paragraph and the idyllic scene of the happy couple in the matching bathtubs. I would like to know that women my age get equal time and attention; that our needs are recognized, and TALKED ABOUT. What good is an old guy with a THREE HOUR erection, if his better half, sitting in the bathtub beside him is happy just to enjoy the sunset, read a good book, and go to sleep?

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Tyrral

The woman is in the picture ... but not really!

The woman is in the picture ... but not really!

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Time For A Change

In this my first blog, I want to discuss my pet peeve – Menopause , or should I say the secrecy surrounding it as I approached the age of discovery

Women of my era, which was not THAT long ago, learned little or nothing of sex in general, and menopause in particular. My Mother and her peers NEVER mentioned the “M“ word, maybe because to them, it signalled the loss of their youth and vitality, and the descent into “dreaded” old age. I doubt there was any forum to discuss their concerns surrounding the loss of their periods, and the changes that accompanied that loss. In all probability, Menopause was an embarrassing topic and one to be avoided.

As I approached my early 40’s, and started experiencing an erratic menstrual cycle, I broached the subject to my mother, seeking comfort, reassurance that all was well, and advice as to what I may expect, going forward. Her response was “One day, my period just stopped.” Period – end of story. So began my lonesome journey of discovery.

My gynaecologist – a male – prescribed birth control pills to regulate my periods, but offered no hint of what might occur, as time went on – and I guess I was happy to remain ignorant. Shortly thereafter, HRT became the new buzz, and for the next four years I was on a roll – scant period once a month like clockwork, no unpleasant symptoms, great sex life, tons of energy, and life was great!

Then the bottom abruptly fell out. Hormone replacement therapy was discontinued and the “fun” began. I was suddenly adrift on a sea of what I perceived to be assaults upon my body; changes that NOBODY, not my mother, not my physician, NOBODY, had ever prepared me for, changes that annoyed me, angered me, and sometimes frightened me. I promised myself then, that my daughters would better manage their Menopausal symptoms. They would not be ignorant, because I would share with them all the “gory details” of this life – changing thing called “change of life”. I would empower them with the two simple tools they would need to get through it; one being Knowledge, which leads to resources, results and ultimately, relief! The second is a sense of humour, and the ability to laugh at themselves.

AT 64 years of age, I am still discovering some changes that accompany Menopause, but FINALLY, I am not alone. I am in the company of younger, yes, younger, independent, self-confident, and enlightened woman, who ask questions, demand answers, get results, and open up to their teachers, doctors, friends, family and perhaps most important, their partners, who travel the long road of life with them. They, more than anyone else, need to understand the physical and emotional changes that may accompany Menopause – changes that none of us bargained for, but nevertheless find our selves confronted with to varying degrees. C’est la vie, my friends!

As time goes on, I will share my experiences with you, and I hope you will share yours with me and whoever else visits our site. Through our stories, we might vent a little, cry a little, and laugh a lot. But rest assured, we will do it TOGETHER!

Good Health!

Tyrral

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